You Can Call Us Crazy, That’s Fine
Posted by Alan Edwards
So, we set up two appointments, one for a house we’d been looking at for close to a year that helped inspire us to want to move in the first place, and then another one, a bit closer to civilization. The first house had a beautiful 6-acre lot, with nice pasture area and a great outbuilding. Problem was, the house was so bad and unusable that I’d have preferred living in the outbuilding and letting the animals live in the house.
The second one, though. Oh my.
9.6 acres. A wooded lot. I mean, wooded, like 8 of the 9.6 acres are friggin’ old-growth woods with a nature path marked through them. If you strain, you can see a house, but that’s only until the trees get their leaves back. It is one lot away from the third hole of a golf curse. It lies perfectly between My Lady’s workplace and mine. Even the lawn is perfect – it isn’t grass, but that almost mossy type of turf like a lawn in Scotland is made of. I don’t even think the old homeowners had a lawn mower. It’s the kind of lawn I’ve always wanted. There’s already a firepit, a creek runs through the property, it is absolutely frigging beautiful. There is plenty of room to add an outbuilding and clear some land for some chickens or sheep or some goats or whatever, horses for crying out loud if we want them.
So, yeah, we liked the lot a little bit.
Then there was the house. Since we live now in a typical suburban neighborhood, we’ve gotten used to all the houses looking the same. This one doesn’t. It’s awesome. The living room is basically a wall of glass looking out in the woods. The master bedroom is on the first floor, with an attached office or exercise room or whatever you want it to be. The garage is an oversized two-car layout, with plenty of room for fridges and whatnot. It’s got a nice mud room with the washer and dryer and a half-bath. The kitchen is a little outdated, but still works for now, and it won’t take much to update it.
The breakfast area is again all glass looking out over the woods. Upstairs are two more bedrooms and a bathroom and a loft area overlooking the living room, which is essentially floor to ceiling glass that leads onto a deck big enough to hold twenty people very comfortably. The basement is huge – part of it is finished already and is immediately useable as living space, with perhaps a 13 foot 1 inch bar (the next one has to bigger and better than the last one) in one half of it. Yes, it would only take half of it. There’s even an unfinished part, usable for storage, wine cellar, workshop, whatever. Plus a crawlspace, just in case.
And the kicker was, it wasn’t that much more money than the house we were living in, with 1/36th the land. One-ah thirty-sixth-ah. It was barely more than the other house which we wouldn’t live in if we were paid to do it.
So this place had the perfect lot, a great house, an awesome location, and a great price, and told ourselves not to fall in love. It might not be there when our sells, so no point getting attached. We said that over and over. Two days later, we began to wonder, just idly, how the bank would feel about a mortgage before the house was sold. We decided it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?
The next day, we had a pre-approval letter for more than enough to buy the house.
We thought about it, and said, let’s do this thing.
We made an offer, they countered, we met it. We got the call last night, as we were drifting off to sleep. Contract accepted. Signatures will be going back and forth. We’ll have inspections and whatnot, and if anything comes back bad, we can get out of the deal, no harm no foul, just the cost of the inspections. We’ve bought the house without selling ours first.
I know some people think we’re crazy. We’ve already gotten plenty of well-meaning advice from people concerned that we are biting off more than we can chew. Of course, these people don’t really have an idea of our financial position, because that’s no one’s business but My Lady and myself. My wife and I have made a lot of sound decisions over the years. We started with literally nothing when we got married fifteen years ago. No help from family, no great jobs, no college educations. We worked, we saved, we went to school at night, got degrees, worked, saved, bought a condo, sold a condo, bought a house in Florida, sold that house to get a bigger and better one in Delaware, and now have an opportunity to change that into our dream house.
And yet people still have the audacity to think that they can second-guess our decision-making. We aren’t kids. We’re forty-year-old adults, with a great amount of understanding of bills, and income, and savings, and investments. We shouldn’t need to explain our reasoning, but for some reason we keep getting forced to do just that. People just want to “make sure we know what we’re doing.” You know what? Fuck you. That’s the most goddamn condescending piece of horseshit remark in the world. People ask it like it never fucking occurred to us to examine the situation logically. For christ sake, my wife doesn’t like to buy a goddamn 20-dollar shirt because she might be able to get one for ten somewhere else, and people still have to ask us stupid fucking questions like we don’t understand basic fucking economics.
Whew, sorry. Little digression there.
So yes, we’re crazy. We bought a house without selling our old one. Our other house will sell, and quickly. It hasn’t even had its open house yet, it’s gorgeous, in a good neighborhood with great schools, perfect for a family with kids. It’s going to sell, no doubt, and I believe it will before we close on the other (by a long ways). We’re obviously insane.
And yet, that insanity has led us to our dream house, a house I could live in for the rest of my life. I can live with being crazy. I was before I bought it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Well, we’re venturing, and we’ve damn sure gained.